In our Middle East Culture the Psychiatrist is rejected!!!! I always wondered about problem in that?????

Lets take a better look, when you are under stress it can manifest itself in a wide variety of health and other issues, which often leads to even more stress, and as a result, even more health issues. Dr. Melanie Schlatter explain that in the middle east doctor’s web site.

Now for Mental disorder From Wikipedia

“A mental disorder or mental illness is a psychological or behavioral pattern generally associated with subjective distress or disability that occurs in an individual, and which are not a part of normal development or culture. The recognition and understanding of mental health conditions has changed over time and across cultures, and there are still variations in the definition, assessment, and classification of mental disorders, although standard guideline criteria are widely accepted. A few mental disorders are diagnosed based on the harm to others, regardless of the subject’s perception of distress. Over a third of people in most countries report meeting criteria for the major categories at some point in their lives…..”

It’s quit normal for our souls to need care too like our bodies, so give it a chance and look for a solution in a better way.

I lost my father more than 3 years ago exactly 10 days after my 15th birthday, people stayed around us for a while and they all said the famous phrase [EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE]….. Did they ask themselves what if it never gets better?????!! I love my father more than life more than breathing more than light more than happiness more than every and any thing in this world but people kept killing me all time with saying [YOUR FATHER IS DEAD] he is not, He is still alive inside of me and my sister and my brother and in every smile he puts on peoples soul, he is in every memory time tries to take from me, he is in every day I look in the mirror and try to forget everything that hurt and destroy me and keep going in my life, he is in every breathe that I take to make myself stronger as he wanted me. I will never forget him I will never believe that he died and move on, I will always be daddy’s girl.

I’m not a great writer but I love writing, its something that means freedom to my soul, myself and my mind. Its what make a better person of me in front of myself. Its what get my inside out. Its what my voice can’t say. Its what my heart cry for. Its my dream in my hands. That’s a part of what writing means to me. Once before my father died he told me behind every paper and every pen, every word and every book, their is a mind and a heart. When I cry when I smile when I’m happy when I’m sad when I’m thinking when I’m working I take my pen and write and write and write…. But once after my fathers death the world dissolved around me and suddenly everything changed to non-meaning to me even writing, I still write but all without a real me in it, without the heart and mind. And once again life give me a chance by giving me him to love, but it seems like I start loving my pain more than myself, instead of going forward I go back, until I reached the worst and I fall. I found myself in a bad mirror whatever I try to do to see myself in it, it turns to more ugly picture of me until it is black so you can’t see your self any more then you start feeling pain. And god, you can die of the pain without even knowing ……………………..> to be continued